Hey, another 26-year-old non-driver! High five.
Well, okay, I drove a car exactly once, when I was 17, for maybe five or ten minutes.
Pizza also goes with wine. The right wine and the right pizza, anyway. But beer also goes well. Beer and pizza (with root- options on the former for people who don’t like beer) is my traditional way of thanking friends who help me move or otherwise do tedious crap for my apartment.
Rule #1: A sure bet… isn’t.
Joe_Twelvepack here, though I barely ever post these days. I was quite active on there a few years back.
Machine debug manager?
Market-dominant minority?
Marszałkowska Dzielnica Mieszkaniowa?
Mechanically deboned meat?
Melodic death metal?
Modern Drunkard Magazine?
Personally, I’m hoping for #4.
So then you have been drunk before, is what you’re saying? Shot, it’s either #4 or #6. Pick whichever makes you happy.
The internets feel so… incestuous.
What’s funny is that I almost never (to my knowledge) run into people from some of the largest communities I’ve been a part of (think 500k+). Now, granted, the name I use here is different from the one I was using back then (it was taken), but still, even elsewhere, nada.
Oh, I’ve dabbled a little in the effects of alcohol. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s edging up on beer o’clock right now.
I have only been drunk once. A college girlfriend insisted on getting me drunk “to find out what I was like” when inebriated. I’m not sure what the theory behind that was. (The answer: goofy and puky.)